Thursday, January 30, 2025

12 Photos: January 2025 Grandparents

 


















Janaury 2025
12 Months of Photos - Appalachia Style
"Grandparents"


Ina May Bonner King and Ward Montgomery King, my maternal grandparents.

I have no idea how they met.

Well, that’s not exactly true. I know they met in Webster County, West Virginia, and that a coal mine was involved. My Granddad was working at a nearby coal mine, not far from where my grandmother—“Nanny”—lived on top of Point Mountain, West Virginia.


The courting and dating details left this earth when they did.


I do know that my mom was already born in April 1938. Ina and Ward married on Christmas Eve that same year. Ward was not my mother’s biological father, but that didn’t matter to him.

This picture was likely taken around their 10th or 15th wedding anniversary.

Sunday, January 26, 2025

52 Ancestors Week 4: Overlooked

 


This week’s theme is “Overlooked.”   An ancestor that was hiding in plain sight


Judge Charley aka Charles McClure Dodrill was not only overlooked in my research but his tombstone was hiding in plain sight.  It is unbelieveable the fight and battle I had to find him and get him straightened out on Find A Grave. 




The Cemetery where my grandmother is buried, Point Mountain Church Cemetery, is one that I know extremely well.  I'm related or closely connected to all of the 300+ souls buried there.  I survey it on a yearly basis and have for well over two decades now.


So, when I noticed a Find A Grave "hoarder" place Judge Charley in the Point Mountain Cemetery, I instantly went into research mode.   For decades, Judge Charley's grave location was unknown because it was on private property.  That property was owned by a legacy farmer/family.







Tuesday, January 21, 2025

52 Ancestors Week 3: Nicknames




This week’s theme is “Nicknames.”  


It's Appalachia.  Of course, I have many ancestors and family and friends with nicknames. 

My big brother has the nickname, Big City Hillbilly.  Born in Weston, West Virginia and traveled the Hillbilly Highway to Maryland.  Steve is a member of the Patriot Guard and takes the responsibility of seeing a soldier to his final resting place very seriously.



But everytime I tried to think of which ancestor to write about this week, I kept circling back to one of my favorite memories of my beloved grandfather, Ward King.   So, here it is......


At an extremely young age and one of my first memories is hanging outside with my grandfather and the other men while the wives cooked for a picnic later that day.   The men were all sharing stories about their farms and current events.  My grandfather was always known to tell a good joke and I guess it was time to lighten the mood.

He grabbed a stick and drew, in the dirt, a typical four way intersection.




The Story Goes Like This…

Traffic was heavy in town today. Cars crowded the streets, and one main intersection was especially chaotic. Since this is a no-stoplight town, a policeman was called in to direct traffic when things got too busy.

As each car passed by the officer, the drivers tipped their heads and called out, “Scout!” This went on for two hours.

My grandfather, sitting among a group of men—farmers to the core—weaved this story to them. Finally, he asked them, “Why does everyone shout ‘Scout’ at the policeman?”

The men mulled it over.

One of them guessed, “Maybe it’s because he was the first officer to arrive at the intersection.”

“No,” my grandfather replied.

Another chimed in confidently, “He’s probably the leader of a Boy Scout troop.”

“Nope.”

Ward King, Braxton County, WV
The group sat in silence for a moment, pondering. Then, another man offered, “Maybe it’s because he’s a good hunting ‘scout’ and has some Native American bloodlines?”

“No,no” my grandfather said again, shaking his head.

The men, now determined to uncover the truth, continued speculating but came up empty-handed.

At four years old, I sat there, completely confused by what I was witnessing. Why was this such a mystery?

Finally, my grandfather leaned forward and asked, “Do you give up?”

The men, defeated, begrudgingly admitted, “Yes.”

But not me.

“Wait!” I exclaimed, my small voice cutting through the summer air. Shocked that I had spoken up—after being as quiet as a church mouse—the men turned to me, their eyes wide.

My grandfather looked at me with a mischievous grin and said, “All right, Sandy, why do they shout ‘Scout’?”

I simply declared, “Because it’s his name.”

Dead silence amongst the men.

I glanced at my grandfather, and I’ll never forget the spark of pride in his eyes.

Then, with a hearty laugh, he exclaimed, “Gosh darn it, Sandy! You are correct!”


Scout was the policeman's nickname.


My GrandDad, oh how I miss that man so much.  I could not have asked for a better grandfather than him. 💞


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#52Ancestors was started by another WikiTreer, blogger, and professional genealogist, Amy Johnson Crow. Check out her Generations Cafe Facebook group



Bibles and Inaugurations


 The Significance of Bibles in U.S. Presidential Inaugurations

As the United States inaugurates its 47th President and 50th Vice President, two common questions often arise: Which Bible will be used to take the oath of office?  And, is a Bible required to take the oath of office?

Is a Bible Required to Take the Oath of Office?

Interestingly, no, a Bible is not required to take the oath of office in the United States. While the U.S. Constitution mandates that the President-elect recite a specific oath to assume office, it does not specify that a Bible or any other religious text must be involved.

This misconception was highlighted during President Trump's inauguration when some questioned the legitimacy of the oath because he did not place his hand on a Bible. However, as long as the prescribed words are recited, the oath is constitutionally valid.

Saturday, January 11, 2025

I found a very familiar West Virginian

 



A visit to Central West Virginia always has me stopping by the Weston Masonic Cemetery (now Lewis Memorial Garden) in Weston, WV. This is where my Dad is buried. The conditions of this cemetery really are not great.  One day, my husband, son and I decided that we should not only clean up my Dad's memorial but also his "neighbors."  The Weston Masonic Cemetery is truly a random mix of citizens.  And, this is how I came to know Paul Ebbert, Sr.


There are times that I am surprised that I come across a grave of a familar and/or famous person whose tombstone appears to be so "normal".  After getting home and processing the photographs and researching the person, I find out little tidbits about a person's life.

Monday, January 6, 2025

52 Ancestors Week 2: Favorite Family Photo

 


This week’s theme is “Favorite Family Photo.”  What is the story behind it??



I am going to be straight up honest with you right from the start:  I do not have a favorite family photo. 

There are way too many memories forever documented in photographs for me to ever pick just one favorite.  I could pick childhood photos, family reunion photos, my wedding photo, photos of adventures and boon doggles with my son, or my many road trips in and around Appalachia with my husband.  I could also pick a photo from the bazillion pet photos that I have.  🐾


So, why did I finally decide on this one photo?  Truthfully, it is probably the only time that myself and my two brothers actually, somewhat, got along.  And, it gives me an opportunity to truly document my Dad's dedication to make sure his family had a family vacation once a year.  Something he never had until he married.

52 Ancestors Week 1: In the Beginning


This week’s theme is “In the Beginning.”  Who was the first person you wanted to find when you started your genealogy journey? 


My Uncle Drex was the family historian on my mom's side. This was back in the days before computers and Post-it notes. Before he passed away, he gave me the notes he had left—most of them were lost during moves with his last wife—and asked that I carry on the family genealogy. I smile as I remember his deep voice saying those words. He had a rich, resonant voice and sang in the family band.


I completely adored him. 
He had the biggest smile and gave the best hugs whenever he saw you. 


Wednesday, January 1, 2025

Appalachian New Years Traditions



 As a kid, we never celebrated NYE much. My Mom always found it depressing and would encourage us to "just go to bed early".  As an adult, I've been to parties for NYE but have come to realize that I prefer something subdued, at home. 

Talking with several of my Appalachian family and friends, I am finding out that a subdued NYE is extremely cultural. 

Community focus
Appalachians tend to focus more on family and religion on NYE than the big and impersonal celebratory parties.  Although joining others for a NYE "event" is common for the younger generation. 

Religion
Some Appalachian communities have strong religious backgrounds, which could lead to a more conservative approach to celebrating holidays like New Year's Eve.  This reminds me of "Watch Night" at Church (aka Watch Service).  Our Church started at 7pm and lasted until after Midnight. There would be food, church service/ministry, communion, testimonials, singing, and more. 

Rural
Many parts of Appalachia are still rural and NYE usually has winter weather making travel a challenge.  Nesting at home vs venturing out to a large city celebration is often preferred. 

Food
An Appalachian New Year's Day meal almost always consists of pork (more modern is fish replacing pork), collard greens (with a dime inside the  bowl of greens for prosperity) or cabbage/sauerkraut, and black-eyed peas.

This is a popular Appalachian tradition believed to bring good luck, good health and prosperity in the new year.

It has never worked for me so I tend to have champagne, Spaghetti Aglio e Olio, and start binge watching something new for the new year.

Quirky Celebrations
* The John Campbell School shoots a pair of old boxer shorts out of a cannon.
*North Georgia has the Possum Drop 
* West Virginia has the Great Pepperoni Roll Drop
* Asheville has a board game party

Music
Enjoy Auld Lang Syne by Philip Bowen playing the fiddle. It doesn't get more Appalachian than this. 

What are your NYE Traditions?  
Drop a comment and share. I would love to see what others do around Appalachia and beyond. 


Happy New Year!


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